Tuesday, December 20, 2005


Thanks to the TWU strike, trains aren't running and that means I can finally catch up with some writing on here. (There's no way in HELL I can make the 140+ blocks from my house in the UWS to work in SoHo -- or would want to try.) Of course, that also means I'm missing out on a few hundred dollars I could use, but hell, staying in bed with my honey on a weekday now seems like something that happens rarely instead of what I expect everyday (oh Barcelona!)

Mostly I'm just worried about last minute arranging, planning and packing before our trip down South to visit family and friends. I mean, now we have to figure out how exactly we're gonna get to Newark to make our plane on Thursday (but hopefully some of this will be cleared up by then).

This past weekend TrayB had his eggnostic xmas party and it was a huge success -- boys stumbling out drunk, things spilled, voices raised and maybe even a little flirtation. Afterward we headed over to the Roxy which I hadn't been to but one time before. This was much more of an orgy of steroids and musk than my previous experience and satisfied my need for a bit of gay explosion before heading down to Valdosta. But I discovered that Taures will be in "Winnersville" while P and I are there and we've decided we must "go out" to the new gay club in town -- some place called Voodoo Lounge. With Taures by our side, I'm sure it'll be ... an experience. That will just add to the other research I plan to undertake on this trip, as well as documenting much of the trailer parks near my parents compound.

Visited the museum of sex (and I'm using the mac which, for some reason doesn't allow me to have html links so you'll have to google that one on your own) for the "Men Without Suits" exhibit that meatcute mentioned wanting to visit. I'm gonna end up writing a review of it for the nyblade so wait for more on that later.

Otherwise, I have several other posts waiting in the wings -- I'll be getting to those shortly.


At 11:28 AM, Blogger Dee said...

Last weekend, I went to an eggnostic party, too; half the party wasn't sure whether they were having fun or not, but the other half KNEW they were having a good time!


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